"Because it's not like I had a reputation anyways." Mastermind Ritsu muttered to themself as they casually wrote the next chapter of the fanfiction, ignoring their troll reputation on the internet.
You slammed open the door to your room and slung your back pack onto your bed, glaring holes into the monster who laid on your bed, flipping the page of a book titled A Confederacy of Dunces. He didn't bother to look at you until after a few moments, slamming the book shut.
"What do you require now, for me to kiss your feet like the servant boy I am, your majesty?" Kuroha snapped.
"You know what exactly what I require, Kuroha. Or, should I say, FLUFFY!" You shouted, snatching his book out of his hands. He gripped his fists and rose out of your bed, towering over you. Your anger diminished and now you regretted your decision to stand up to him. Kuroha crossed his arms.
"Intrigue me, when did I become known as Fluffy?"
"Quit playing dumb! I know that you followed me to school today... you did, right?" You asked, hoping to not anger him again. You CERTAINLY didn't want a repeat of what happened this morning. Kuroha smirked and patted your head, chuckling slightly. You winced at this contact, afraid that he'd hurt you again.
"Shame on you, my Master. Jumping to conclusions so eagerly, now, are we? You humans certainly entertain me so." He sat back down on your bed, swinging his arm around you and pulling you down with him. Pressing you against his side roughly, your heat beat sped up by the plethora as anxiety and paranoia exploded through your system. Now that you were actually close to him, you took notice of how... warm he was. You expected him to be cold for a sense of villian-esque irony, but you were wrong. He patted your head again, this time only once more and rather roughly. "Never jump to conclusions, Master. They'll simply land you in a state of more trouble than you started out with."
"A-Alright, I get it, s-so it wasn't you." You were stuttering again, showing your fear against Kuroha once more. He closed his eyes and covered his face with his free hand, letting you ago. You caught your balance and scooting away from him, hugging your body close to yourself.
"You better believe it, Master. So, your teacher got a snake, hm? I admire his choice in pets." He said, opening his book again. "I have to admit, master, you have a good choice in books that reflect the stupidity of mankind. This Ignatius character is certainly the true representation of humanity! Thinking that they're so intelligent, and then watch them all come falling down with each mistake after mistake they commit, never realizing their sinful nature." He flipped the page, and you rolled your eyes.
"Ignatius gets put in a metal asylum at the end." You spoiled it for him, bending down to pick up your book bag. You heard a giant ripping noise behind you, and you quickly turned around to see the book ripped in half with Kuroha's mouth twitching. He dropped both halves of the book and kicked them under your bed, dusting off his hands.
"Well, a book is just a book. Spoilers don't matter." He said to himself.
"Oh, yes. Do tell that to the ripped remains of my fifteen dollar book." You gestured to him, pulling out the packet that Mr. Caulfield assigned you to read, handing it to him. "Here's something else for you to read."
His yellow eyes scanned the title, moving the bangs out of his eyes that fell back into place regardless. "Romeo and Juliet. I believe this is the tragic love story that's fame is known to the majority of the populous, am I wrong?" He summarized, glancing up at you with his usual bored expression. You somehow managed to stare back into his eyes, taking note of how pretty they actually were. Maybe it was because this was the first time you've ever seen natural yellow eyes, but they captivated you somehow.
"Erm, yes. I want you to write a summary on the first two acts since I didn't get to read it at all during class." You left off the part about it being his fault, even though it was.
"What a pleasant job. Translating old English. Since I've adapted to this new language a short amount of time, I think I'll manage reading this." He tossed it on your bed, disinterested. There was a rather strong series of silence between the two of you. You didn't think that you'd ever face such the true meaning of awkward until this day. You weren't sure of even what words to use to Kuroha at this moment, and your mind couldn't think of anything to have you speak.
Until you did remember the song he hummed this morning. "You... looked up the song series, didn't you?"
"While you were sleeping, yes. It was... interesting. Finding out that you have people who enjoy your presence through a picture video where you slaughter kids for your own survival is... interesting. And this was all conducted by a man who goes by Jin." He covered his mouth, exhaling sharply. "Here me out, Master. I have a thesis for how this could have came to be. Let's say that people can see into different universes, only certain people, and not entire universes. Bits and pieces. They can get a picture of it. That's what I assume you humans call "plots" for stories."
"Are you saying that stories are gateways to other universes?" You said, now feeling highly self conscious over all those fictional characters you've fawned over in the past.
"Yes, that's what I presume. There is a theory about the multi-universe that humans sometimes play with. Taking this in mind, there are bountiful other realms with different realities. People from different universes have the ability to tap into other universes, and those come in the form of imagination. You all think nothing of it, and create stories because those other universes inspired you." He stood up and walked over to your bookshelf, pulling off a random book, flipping over the pages rapidly. The air produced from the speed of the pages blew his hair a bit. "Jin must have stumbled across my universe and created that song series, which just so happened to become popular, making me famous in this universe."
"..The Wiki wasn't kidding about you being intelligent." You whistled.
"And in other words, I broke my own 4th wall." He slammed the book shut and shoved it back into your bookshelf. You laughed at his final comment, and he smiled a bit. That startled you, and you ceased your amusement. "I know of the internet speech. I spent half of the night on it, watching all the songs, save for two in particular. To be honest, I'm not sure what I'm going to do now, now that I'm informed of being fictional in another reality. To say that I want to return to my old universe is a lie, since I find this one much more interesting to live in. I think I could get used to staying here and start a new life, once that I don't have to get my hands dirty to keep."
"So, question. Did you look at the comments on the videos?" You asked. He grinned rather happily.
"Kuroha. He puts a smile on your face and a gun to your head. What a guy." He tapped his fingers on your desk. "I was astounded to discover that people were disappointed with my demise. To think that someone out there actually likes me, it puzzles me. I have to wonder who would think such a thing. After all, I am just a monster by now." You resisted to tell him that you actually had a small crush on him. Every atom of your being was screaming not to except some small area of willpower occupying your brain. You wanted to take his hand and reassure him that you liked him, but how idiotic were you to say that?
"Well, maybe they find you attractive." You blurted out. You so wanted to bash your head into a wall right now.
"They find Konoha attractive, Master, not me. If you think clearly, I'm a snake possessing this body. Maybe it's the different colour scheme, I digress." He shook his head. "That's all I want to talk about on that topic. Anything else you'd wish to discuss with me? I'm curious to know more about this universe. Call it inherited human nature." You weren't even sure what to tell him, but all that mattered was that there hardly was anything more to hide from him. It wasn't like he cared either way. All that he cared for has himself and nothing more.
"Can we get out of the house, Kuroha? I'd like to get out of here before my Mom or Dad overhears us talking." You said, pulling on a light jacket. Kuroha eagerly grinned and swung open the window. He held out his hand to you, and you hesitantly stood, but took it. He gripped your hand tightly, and your chest was filled with butterflies.
"As my Master commands." Pulling you towards him, he held you close to his chest, and you were so close to fainting, it seemed like. Jumping out of the window, he swiftly landed onto the lawn, shoving you off of him. You fell against a tree while stumbling backwards, narrowly missing hitting your head against the wooden surface.
"It's about time you suggested leaving your room. It was getting ever so boring staying up in there. Also, your mother might be on to me being up there. I had to hide at least 6 times as she walked into your room." Ah, yes. You recalled your mother inquiring you about your open window in your room, and the fact that your bed sheets were messed up. You lied and said that you simply forgot to make them up and shut the window, but she didn't seem to buy it. "I can't stay there while you're gone, Master. Looks like I really do need to follow you."
"Ugh. Fine. Fine. You can follow me. But during school, you're hiding on the rooftop." You ordered, looking around to make sure no one was watching.
"Pleasant. So, where are we going in this small town? I walked around last night after our little quarrel and memorized most of it, so I'll be able to deliver you to most places." Kuroha informed you. The summer breeze blew into your face, and turned away to protect your face.
"I don't really have a location in mind, to be honest." You heard a jingle that sounded familiar and turned back to Kuroha with a surprised expression. He was grinning, holding onto Andrew's car keys. "Where did you get THAT?!"
"Simple. While you were eating in the dining room, I simply helped myself to his jacket pockets and found these. I was actually going to grind them up in front of him, but I suppose they might come in handy after all." He gestured to Andrew's car. "Shall we?"
"Kuroha, no!" You exclaimed.
"Kuroha YES!" He grabbed your hand and dragged you towards his car, unlocking it and swinging you into the passenger's seat. Rising up from where he threw you, he shut the door in your face and jumped over the vehicle. Swinging open the door, he jumped into the driver's seat and slammed the door shut. He eagerly started up the engine. "This'll be one way to get back at that wretched Fuckboy!"
"You are so childish! ...Do you even know how to drive an actual car?" You asked, really concerned for your safety. The radio clicked on, and Kuroha shrugged, pursing his lips together. He reached over and put your seat belt on for you and then did his own.
"I drove a truck once."
"Oh..." You trailed off as Kuroha slowly backed up from Andrew's parallel parking job, and then pulled out down the road. You watched as your house disappeared from sight. It was now time to accept the fact that there was no going back on your decision. Kuroha seemed rather enjoyed with these events unfolding, happily turning up the radio. A certain song came on, and Kuroha rolled down the window, laughing.
"Ah! I don't know where you're going but do you have room for one more troubled soul?" He sung along to the song. Your mouth dropped open as you actually got to hear him sing louder than he did in your room. He tapped his hand against the wheel, and then looked at you, slapping you on the shoulder. "This is the road to ruin, and we're starting at the end! Say yeah, Master!"
"Oh, my God!" You exclaimed.
"What? This is a celebration for finally being free of condemnation and starting a new! I'm free, Master! No longer do I have to deal with those children, or worry about granting Tateyama's wish with restarting over and over! I don't have to worry about finding a new Medusa, or keep myself alive through looping time over and over! I'm free! Free!" He honked on the horn and held it for a short refrain. You held your hands to your ears tightly. Kuroha laughed happily and parked over by the park, stopping the car. almost ripping the seat belt off, he leaned over and scooped you up into his arms, tightly hugging you. You felt time freeze on you, and reality shatter entirely.
"Thank you, my Master." He spoke so soft and rough that you swore that he was weeping. He pulled away from you, jumping out of the car. You could only just sit there like a hollow shell, blushing heavily at Kuroha's hug. You could still feel his embrace on you, and finally, at last, you let out a tiny squeal into your hands. The door swung upon on your side, and Kuroha waited eagerly with a faint smile on his face. You exited, and the two of you walked around the park. The place you first met, to be precise.
"Why here, of all places?" You said. Kuroha walked ahead of you, looking around.
"I just wanted to visit the place that my life changed for the better, that's all. Who knew that your lousy brother would be the key to my freedom? Hah! It's like his tedious torture was worth it!" He walked up to the tree that you both first encountered at. He stared at it for a bit before leaning on it. "Master, I want to tell you something. If something ever happens to me or you, we meet back up at this location. Deal?"
"Deal, George."
"I feel like that's a reference I was supposed to understand, but I don't. Being serious, this is our meeting spot. I have a feeling that I'll end up here more than often." He glanced back up at you from his spot on the ground. "Inform me, do you know any other people around you who know of my existence?"
"Um... one person." You flashed back to Jeremiah, and then you got an image of Kuroha smashing his head in with a guitar. Hopefully, they would never, EVER meet. "Though, I only have one friend. Why?"
"Ah. Just curious."
This is why I don't write ever. #IWriteTrashNotTragedies